“If you say so,” he says, stalking toward the door.
Zombie enters my peripheral. “Want me to talk to her?”
“Jesus,” I mutter. “Savvy’s taking care of Peach.”
“I was talking about Mellie.”
I shake my head before walking inside. It doesn’t take long to find Mellie because she’s at the bar downing a shot.
“Hey, Pres,” Junior, the prospect serving drinks, greets. “What can I get ya?”
“I’ll have what she’s having,” I say, nodding at Mellie.
She turns slowly to glare at me. “I wanna be alone.”
I glance around the room and then focus on her. “Pretty hard to do with all these people here.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out for me?”
She growls and stomps her foot like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. “Another shot, please.”
Junior coughs in an effort to cover up a laugh. “Comin’ right up.”
She throws the shot back and slams the empty glass on the bar top. “Again.”
With my arms crossed over my chest, I watch as she does this three more times. I know I should stop her. She shouldn’t be drinking while her brain is still healing, but I don’t. That probably makes me a bastard, and I’m fine with that.
Mellie sways on her feet, grabbing the edge of the bar to steady herself. When she burps, her eyes narrow, and I chuckle.
“I’m guessing the fact that you’re a damn light weight is a victim of the amnesia,” I say casually.
“Junior, another,” she demands.
“That’s enough.”
I slide my eyes to Sawbone, who lifts the empty shot glass and throws it against the wall, shattering it.
“Why’d you do that?” Mellie asks.
“Because drinking never solved anything,” he barks. “And because I’m not in the mood to bury someone else I care about.”
With that, he stalks away from us. Mellie’s face falls at his words, and I drop my arms to my sides.
“He’s right,” I finally say, hating that it takes one of my brothers stepping in to make me stop being a dick.
“I don’t care,” she huffs.
“You’re so goddamn stubborn,” I accuse.
“Am I? I wouldn’t know.”
“That’s it.” I grab her hand and start dragging her toward our room. “We’re gonna hash this out because I’m not spending the rest of the day fighting with you for whatever fucking reason you think we should be fighting.”
“Let me go,” she demands, trying to free herself from my grasp. “I don’t wanna hash things out.”
“I don’t care,” I snap, throwing her own words back at her.
